Consonants and Vowels...

I long to taste adventure like the nature of the sea,
Always moving, always hiding all the creatures from beneath.
Singing silent songs of sadness my heart waits for its chance,
To dance upon the ashes of my burned up little plans.

And I stand alone before the night.
My nakedness is so clear in the glow of the moonlight.
Life is old but so short.
We are young we want more.

I'm drowning, but I don't care,
Because when you got what I got, what I got, what I got
Who needs air?

You don’t need air.

My addiction to danger like the rush of the sea,
Like a wave on the rocks the lessons crash down on me.
I don’t need to prove the world to you only to myself.
So step back and look away as I dive into the swell.

I'm drowning, but I don't care,
Because when you got what I got, what I got, what I got
Who needs air?
I'm drowning, but I don't care,
Because when you got what I got, what I got, what I got
You don’t need air.

Take me down to the river like a little child,
Take my hand and tell me its okay to be wild.
I never knew the world until I saw through your eyes,
I never knew my self until I ripped off my disguise.

I’m drowning, but I don’t care,
Because when you’ve got what I got, what I got, what I got
Who needs air?

I have come to the realization that life is more than what I have accomplished.
And life is more than the realization that we have accomplished nothing at all.
True success is so selfless so drown in the lyrics of your life and give up the air that you breathe.
You don’t need anything.


I really love this song. I like this group alot, they have a newer CD out, I should pick it up! The lyrics are so true. I feel like I am drowning sometimes and I don't see things like I should. I am truly lucky to be alive, have a family, and have love. I am counting my blessings today... that I am actually leaning toward "True" success in life.

I have been sleeping very little. I have had so much on my mind and if I even began to try and explain it here on this page, I would most likely run out of room and possibly bore many of you to tears. However, it would intrigue a few... Anyway, Just having some personal issues and again I am questioning myself in so so many ways. BIG ways. Honesty with myself has never come easy. I think I lived most of my life lying to myself to please my Dad... He was a bit manipulaitve and crazy... (That is REALLY an understatement! lol) Anyway, I think I learned at a very young age to cover up my own feelings at the expense of others. It was jsut easier that way. Now, I am 34 and I am thinking that this may not be the way in which I want to live the rest of my life. Is this making any fucking sense? Anyway, I know I am supposed to be proud to be "me". And I seriously know i am in here somewhere... For the most part, I am who I am... But then I wear all these oter hats to please others. So, a bit of honesty for today. Baby steps... In my profile, It says how I love to play Halo3. I even have my Xbox gamer card on this page. Not true. I really don't enjoy Halo. I don't necessarily enjoy the Xbox much either. My husband does and in an effort to do something "with" him, I adopted it as a semi-hobby. So, I will leave it on my profile a bit longer, just so those of you that read my crazy ramblings can see that I am not full of shit. And then, I remove it. 1 thing at a time. Sorta like a strip tease! lol... Just one item at a time, I reveal who I am. Who I REALLY am...


Paramore-
That's what you get...


No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why?
All the possibilities...
Well I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa...
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why? All the possibilities. I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa..
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

Pain, make your way to me. (to me)
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start... Start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.


My heart runs my show on a daily basis and I let it down alot, to try and make others happy. But, still I have been singing this all morning and it made me grin.

I have my iPod on "random" This song played 3 times today.


Last night I found heaven
It's on the tip of my tongue
And it reminded me of
All the times I was young

I'm catching rain in my open mouth
I used to smile till the day I found out
I have no idea who the hell I've become
It's not who I was, it's not who I love

I want to drown, in a sea filled with novacaine
I want to burn, on a beach where the sand
Has thousands of needles poking at my skin

I lie in bed to the sound, of the wolves at my door
They are speaking in tongues
While they claw at my floor

I never thought it would come to this
I'm more yellow than my own piss

They're making rounds
Just to even the score
Just open the door
Just open the door

I want to drown, in a sea filled with novacaine
I want to burn, on a beach where the sand
Is littered with razor blades
Littered with razor blades
Blades
Littered with razor blades

I can't hold on, the path is clear
I can't ignore, what's been building for years
There's wolves at the door, I won't hide here in fear
Wolves at the door
Aaaaaah

I look at myself and the things that I've done
Stare away from the mirror and right into the sun
I forgive myself for all of my mistakes
When will I learn, when will I, when will I burn?

I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine
I want to burn, on a beach where the sand
Is littered with razor blades

I gave up on myself a long time ago
To the black clouds I'm swallowed
And spit me out whole

Some times it feels like I'm losing my soul
At least that means
I still have a soul after all

Seriously. I feel like I am buried in a trash heap... reminds me of a song..

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,
and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where I lie
mixed up with the morning's trash.
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back
and tar covering my mouth.
But it's okay
cause I'm still breathing
and my hands are free of the heap.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
And the pressure is getting to me
and the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me.
And I can't tell if it's me
or the meat that's rotting.
I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon.
But it's okay
cause I'm still breathing
and my hands are free of the heap.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
You can watch me disappear.
You can watch me.
All I'm losing is me.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming
to slice open a great canyon through the earth
so you can watch me disappear.

(Saves the Day)


Disappear...

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't isn't yours yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Regina Spektor